Your heart.My home

Tirelessly I work and endlessly I play
I sit here and drown in wonder, if this once, my dreams are here to stay
I wonder if I was still he who once could brave a fight or he who had the grace to cheer a laugh
If I could walk a million miles to prove my worth, or maybe I had lost my touch
If my mind was upright and at peace or maybe it now needed a crutch
My heart has lost its way and now stands on it's own
But I worry no longer in despair because finally, I'm coming back home

Beneath this frown is an underlying smile
One which stretches as far in comparison to the Nile
And I may moan and groan about things I cannot let go
I'm moving on from here before I totally lose all control
I try to stand on my own but I can't help it... My vision is now a blurr
And like a man washed ashore, I know not what I stand for anymore
I stand and stare as life speaks to me in the same unchanging boring tone
Thinking to myself... I know soon, I'll be home.

So my dear, as you cook and clean and look to the day I return
As you hope, pray, wish and yearn
As you dream, wish, think and reminisce,
Eagerly waiting to receive me into your impatient arms
Stop dreaming, open your eyes... I'm home.

Lost

I want to work and make a living
I want to be rich and do many big things
I ignore your needs and leave you hanging
If only I knew what I was doing

I want to go places and establish myself
I want my books to be on every possible shelf
I push you aside and act like you’re not even there
Now I regret you not being here.

My concern is to always put food on the table
I’m providing this much because I’m able
My focus has drifted far away from what matters most
Now, loneliness is the guest, and I’m its host

Business, Work, Flights and Meetings
Are my excuses for hurting your feelings
I no longer value my priceless possession
And this whole things seems like an illusion

“The house is not going to pay it’s own rent!”
Is the message I harshly sent
When you asked for more time and attention
In this state, its clear I’m the author of my confusion.

Like a leaf that has strayed and is now withered
I sit here dejected and undiscovered
I wait to wonder “What does success actually mean?”
For I have lost my all. My love, My self, My being.

You are perfect

I'm short, I'm tall

I'm skinny, I'm fat

Complain about this and that

But that crippled boy who's only nine

Would wish he had legs like mine

I'm ugly, I'm shy , I'm young, I'm old

Complaints which put you in a sad mode

But that blind girl who bumps into doors

Would wish she had eyes like yours

I'm slow, I'm daft, and so not clever, I wish things would get better

But that poor boy, who's six feet under

Would wish he were alive

Can't sing, Can't dance

So rubbish at sports, I wish I would just die

The eyes of death are piercing like swords

Have a rethink and swallow your words.

Pursuit of Happiness

There’s no thought in my mind
And there’s nothing bothering me
I have no reason to run or hide
Emptiness is what mine eyes see

I have no emotion
Joy or sorrow, neither do I feel
I look as innocent as that everyday nun
But another extreme lies beneath this seal

Nothing seems to bother me
I have no fears or worries
I am like an empty entity
I rush not...I am never in a hurry

My body tires from this burden
Just make me float...Make me push less
Prevent me from committing eternal sin
I’m still on this path...The Pursuit of happiness.

A poor heart

Make my heart poor so that I won't worry about the latest things in fashion or the 'coolest' things to say.
So that I may only bother about those things that actually matter.
I don't want to have to regret not being at a party or a barbeque get together neither do I want to worry about getting socially pressurised.
I don't want to get bothered about holidays, flashy cars, vanity and every other thing that comes after. I want to be poor at heart and care selflessly for the poor and needy.

Make my heart poor so that, I may have no other refuge but my God. I do not want to get swollen headed by any excessive wealth or riches for I want to be contented with what necessitates my survival and my God.
I want to be seen with people who have a dream and souls as gentle as that of a lamb's. I want to be poor at heart and make a difference in the lives of the many who suffer.

Make me poor at heart so that, I may spend when I have to and not when I want to. So that, I may be humble and there won't be any room for oppression.
So that, I may walk on a path that is righteous. Make me poor at heart so that I may be a servant to goodwill and live the life which seems impossible to many... A Righteous life.

Journey through the world.

My journey starts with pain, troubles and sadness
I look at the world and I am filled with a strong sense of emptiness
My people hunger and die like mere beasts
And innocent children are death's main feast
Social injustice, Poverty, Crime, Wars are what I am surrounded by
But we can weather this storm, yes we can... Only if we try.

I walk on, my heart roars for peace and my world thirsts to be placid
For what I behold grips my heart and I realise why my world is in need
A seed of intelligence was sown into every man and germinated to be
Evolved into war, anger, violence, chemical warfare, terrorism and captivity
Bombs, bullets, and missiles fly from end to end up in the sky
Still, we can weather this storm; yes we can...Only if we try.

My journey draws to a close and I am consoled
For in all this chaos, hunger, and turmoil, there is still a productive fold
A fold of preachers. A fold of honest, brilliant, strong hearted and determined people
People who believe in change and can be referred to as redemption's main tool
And for the first time throughout my journey, I give a happy sigh
For we can still weather this storm, yes we can...Only if we try.

I walk no more, for my journey has ended
I reflect on all I went through... things I failed and those I succeeded
I surely failed to join them though I couldn't beat them
But I surely succeeded! My success is measured by the unending echo of this joyous anthem
At last we can spread our wings and fly high
For we have the assurance that we can weather this storm, yes we can...Only if we try.

A letter to my love.

I sit here and drown myself in nostalgia

Good times we both had and all the joys we shared

You give me everything I've ever wanted and more and it seems like nothing else matters

Life is more than complete with you and my joy is immeasurable

I fear to love you because the thought of ever having to let go pushes a drill through my chest

But I take the risk... All for you.

And now, I face my biggest fear... Having to watch each passing day and knowing you are very far away

My joy and happiness gradually diminsh and like a burning candle, this light seems to wane.

My heart screams and I search the lonely corridors of my heart for something to hold on to

But it's all to no avail.

My love, My dearest, I'll always cherish you and your aura of goodness stays with me

I know the gravity of my words and I'm not afraid to use them...I love you.

Inspired by Dubem Jideonwo.

Bitterness

He wandered about the street playing and laughing

A hot summer afternoon with the enegry of the sun so mean

He ran about and screamed for his excitement was immeasurable

His energy was immeasurable as he jumped in and out of the pool

All this uncontrollable play and excitement landed him sick in bed

He lay wit a high temperature and his eyes all swollen and red

His mother came in with medicine to relieve him of his burden

As he sipped the mixture down his throat, he screamed'Oh this is so bitter' for it's depressing taste was so sudden

She spoke back gently telling him how much he knew not much of what he was saying

That taste dwelt in the abode of his mouth till that faithful December morning

When he beheld his mother lie on her bed looking cold, tender and helpless

It was then that he cried for he actually found out the true meaning of bitterness.

The spirit of a child

Give me the spirit of a child, so that I may argue and hold no grudge

So that I may fall in public and have no shame nor get embarassed

That spirit that would make me have nothing to hide nor dodge

So that I may do well and shamelessly scream 'Yes I passed!'

Give me that spirit of a child so that I may fall asleep wherever I please

So that I may humbly take corrections from my parents without getting angered

That spirit of a child, so that I may pray with all reverence whilst on my knees

Without having any feeling of my 'ego' being shattered

Give me the spirit of a child, so that I may run around the streets in my underwear

So that, I may have as much fun as I want to

Without having to worry about my image or any fear

That spirit, that makes me always want to try something new

Give me the spirit of a child so that I may look up yo heaven

Look at it as a place where I would have as much ice cream as my heart desires

So that I may think I'll be able to play as much games as I want even when am seventy seven

And ask as many questions as my brain fires!